Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)
In June
Deep in the West a berry-coloured bar Of sunset gleams; against which one tall fir Is outlined dark; above which - courier Of dew and dreams - burns dusk's appointed star. And flash on flash, as when the elves wage war In Goblinland, the fireflies bombard The stillness; and, like spirits, o'er the sward The glimmering winds bring fragrance from afar. And now withdrawn into the hill-wood belts A whippoorwill; while, with attendant states Of purple and silver, slow the great moon melts Into the night - to show me where she waits, - Like some slim moonbeam, - by the old beech-tree, Who keeps her lips, fresh as a flower, for me.
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